Home at Last

Ah, home at last. I have slept in my bed 2 whole nights now. It's been wonderful.

I've felt a little overwhelmed and a little depressed today. There seems to be so much to do yet so little time to do it. How can Michele manage a family of four kids with such grace and aplomb and I can hardly manage a part time job and my family?? I know more explanation is needed but I just don't have the energy right now.



On a more positive note, my friend Margi, from Chicago, is in town now. She's staying at a mutual friend's beach house and came over tonight for dinner. We had such a great time. She and I share similar philosophies about dance and teaching, so I love talking with her. She has a modern dance company in Chicago, plus she's on faculty at Columbia College up there. Real grown up stuff. We both went to the same high school, ASFA (the Alabama School of Fine Arts), and we both have been teaching at the Alabama Ballet School's summer program. It was a fun, wine filled evening. Tomorrow we're going on a sunset cruise on the boat. Ryan loves that.





Here are Margi and me at the Billfish tournament last year.

It's fun to find friends in unexpected places. One day I'm going to tell my story about my SIRM girls. It's a remarkable story.

Yesterday I took Zachary to the local water park. It was such a blast. I was so proud of Zachary, he actually went down the water slide all by himself after some serious coaxing from Mama. Today I took him to get a hair cut and to the Chic-Fil-A playground. I laughed as I overheard a little boy asking Zachary "How old are you? I'm eight." and Zachary replied "I'm eight." To which the other little boy said, "you cannot be eight or you would be taller and able to talk better" (he did have a point) and Zachary replied "I'm eight." That poor little boy was so verklempt, until Zachary finally admitted, "I am three."